Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury pardon Where there is doubt, faith Where there is despair, hope Where there is darkness, light Where there is sadness, joy

O Divine Master, Grant that i may not so much seek To be consoled, as to console To be understood, as to understand, To be loved, as to love For it is in giving, that we receive, It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned, It is in dying, that we are born to eternal life